Today, there was a total eclipse in America. Not so over here… but there was certainly something going on in the air.
As the day went on, I grew increasingly tired. Unable to concentrate, having trouble doing much of anything.
This gradually turned into a terrible attack of anxiety and depression, which had been threatening all day. Himself wasn’t immune either.
We resolved to head into the village for a quick ‘hit and run’ (not literally) to the shops, to find something cheering for tea.
Heading outside, the silence was eerie. The light was bright enough at 7.30pm, but strangely yellowish. The air felt thick, cloying and heavy. Nobody else was about.
As we returned up the hill (mission successful), clouds hid both sun and moon. But as we turned towards home, there was a glimmer of sky and some sunbeams. By the time we stepped out of the car, the eclipse would be over – and the air felt amazingly fresh. I could breathe again!
It’s still happening. My head feels lighter, sounds and visuals brighter, thoughts clearer. Something has changed as the world turned.
As I couldn’t take a picture of the eclipse (and as many have asked), here’s a picture of the extremely pink circular vortex of my in-progress knitting (atop a sleeping Fen). Which feels even softer to my touch now, too. Creativity in yarn and in words here, for your consideration.
We bear witness to the movements of the universe, just along for the ride…